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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>All around town it is plan to see. Reward posters everywhere, asking for any information leading to an arrest, a hideout, anything that would help in the investigations. In the marketplace, the rumers are flying everywhere. "I hear the search party didn't go so well, someone actually attacked the noble in charge of the investigaion!" a large gerrafe says as he walks by. "Got away clean?" an owl asks, "Yes, nothing was really found." replays the cockatoo. It seems to be all that anyone can talk about.<br> <br>Garma wheels himself and his cannon into the marketplace, never letting it leave his side. On his back is a large heavy looking sack, and with this load he makes his way towards a stand to buy something nice, maybe a jacket, for a special someone. He eyes the posters and listens to the gossip and rubs the back of his head, unsure exactly what to make of it.<br> <br>Saibh has made her way to the job as well, checking over bits of gear, making sure verything's secure, everything's in working order and nothing's about to break down. She stops for a moment to scrape a bit of dirt free, then turns around to take a look around. Without saying much, she makes her way over to Garma and mutters, "Still think you should find a smaller one to carry, field artillery's overkill"<br> <br>Zevran makes his way into the marketplace, his gaze drifting across the various stalls he passes as though examining their wares. He doesn't stop to look at anything for more than a couple of seconds, his attention focused more on listening to the various gossip throughout the marketplace.<br> <br>Travis makes his way into the Marketplace, giving a curious look around. He hmmms softly as he quietly walks over, he has heard that help was needed, so he has come to see if there is anything he may be able to do. <br> <br>Arimia wanders into the market place with her cloak pulled tight about her. She wanders about the stalls, not looking for anything particular, instead simply listening to the crowd and seeing what she can overhear. <br> <br>As the group comes in the beings make way for them. "Things are not well in cliffside, some of the council there still thinks our militia is behind it!" says a snow leopard to a rhino. "I can't believe that they would send soul gifted out like that... they should have known violence would happen" says an ignorate cheetah to a fennec, who only nods, smile and nods. "They are disrupting the shipping routes too," stars a very heavy looking bear, "can't get my food supplies shipped in for my restaurant, going to have to raise prices again." He complains.<br> <br>Garma walks up to a stand selling what he hopes are fine jackets, and begins to look them over, commenting back to Saibh "Are you hearing this? What trashy gossip." he laughs as he inspects Saibh once more and looks at a small article. "Who would believe the militia would push for more war with cliffside, like we aren't tangled up in enough."<br> <br>Saibh peers out of the corner of her eyes as she picks through things absentmindedly. She nods to Garma, then holds a finger up as she tries to slip into the crowd, obviously tracking after something. <br> <br>Zevran continues to act as though he is perusing the wares of nearby stalls, but his attention is drawn to a small figure weaving its way around the crowd. He changes his course, moving to put himself directly in the figure's path while still glancing at the stalls. He plans on trying to stop the suspicious figure if he gets a chance.<br> <br>Travis tilts his head as he looks around, just gazing about some. He starts to walk around, browsing the goods for sale, checking to see how much money he has. His ears flick around as he listens to the idle gossip, and frown forming on his muzzle before disapearing. <br> <br>Arimia continues to idly make her way through the crowd. She spots a small, suspicious looking mouse and starts moving toward them. When she notices a figure move in their path she gives a small frown, until she recognizes the rhino, which prompts her to move to corral the mouse toward him if need be. <br> <br>Angus frowns as he enters the marketplace, the idle gossip and the posters a bitter reminded of their failure to find those responsible for the attacks. To him the marketplace seemed over crowded today as he pulled up his hood before he stepped into the crowd, his attention fully on a strange looking Basilisk browsing the wears.<br> <br>Kilsa looks around as she enters the marketplace, a small tsk comes for her muzzles at she looks over the poorly guarded wares. She could easily rob this place blind before anyone knew what happend, "I wonder how much would they pay if I charged for guarding their wares. Such sad shape, I could make so much here." Kilsa chuckles and clicked her gauntlet together idly as a she wears as she goes from place to place telling crude jokes and looking for discounts on merchandise she could make herself.<br> <br>The croud continues to murmer and talk among themselves as the mouse tries to dart this way and that. He notices Zevran and tries to evade them entirely, only to find himself slowly being cornered by Arimia and Saibh! He tries to make a dive for it, but is captured by Saibh with Arimia helping. "Help! Let me go, what are you doing!" Thinking quick he tries to make a scene of out what is happening. People turning to see what is going on.<br> <br>Garma is told to be silent, then a scene starts to break out. He thinks quickly, putting it together, and laughs loudly. "Sir, YOU are OUTRAGEOUS!" he cries, holding up the jacket for all to see. "THIS JACKET HAS A HOLE in it, FOR SUCH A HIGH PRICE?! You punk, who do you think you are charging like THAT! What about that lady who was just here, what did you sell her?" As he talks he elbows the folks next to him and points out the hole for them to see. "Look it that, isn't that a grift?"<br> <br>Saibh sighs as she's caught, starting to hurry, trying to chase him, then shifting to try and corral him towards the others. With the situation starting to go sideways, she crouches down and says sharp and low, "Knock it off" While hoping that Garma or another can distract the crowd for a moment. If someone's close enough, anyone she recognizes that is, she'll try to tell them as quietly as the crowd permits, "Watch for a gryphon, this one was working with him the last time"<br> <br>"Thanks for the help." He says to Arimia, his focus on the mouse that he has pinned to the ground. He maintains a strong grip on the shoulder of the captured mouse with one hand, using the other to twist the mouse's arm behind its back into a position that would cause great discomfort to it. With more force he could probably break the arm, but decides against it at this point. "I'd recommend shutting up. Now." He mutters in the mouse's ear, putting more pressure on the arm lock to emphasize his point. He takes a moment to glance around and see if they had drawn the crowd's attention, but doesn't release his hold on the mouse.<br> <br>Travis blinks a bit, and turns towards the sound of yelling. He looks around curiously, starting to head towards the commotion, wondering what is going on, blinking a bit as he sees the sight of a mouse being pinned down, and he frowns a bit, trying to figure out what is going on. <br> <br>Arimia yells out loudly, sounding terribly offended, "How DARE you steal from me, you little rat!" She gives the mouse a scowl before turning her gaze up at the basilisk. "Come on honey," she says with a small, quick wink, "Let's take this thief down that alley there an' show him why that was a terrible idea." That said she starts to try and pull the mouse toward a nearby alley, muttering, "Griffon an' hedgehog, accordin' to word on the streets." |
Revision as of 04:09, 4 March 2013
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3/3/476
Log
All around town it is plan to see. Reward posters everywhere, asking for any information leading to an arrest, a hideout, anything that would help in the investigations. In the marketplace, the rumers are flying everywhere. "I hear the search party didn't go so well, someone actually attacked the noble in charge of the investigaion!" a large gerrafe says as he walks by. "Got away clean?" an owl asks, "Yes, nothing was really found." replays the cockatoo. It seems to be all that anyone can talk about.
Garma wheels himself and his cannon into the marketplace, never letting it leave his side. On his back is a large heavy looking sack, and with this load he makes his way towards a stand to buy something nice, maybe a jacket, for a special someone. He eyes the posters and listens to the gossip and rubs the back of his head, unsure exactly what to make of it.
Saibh has made her way to the job as well, checking over bits of gear, making sure verything's secure, everything's in working order and nothing's about to break down. She stops for a moment to scrape a bit of dirt free, then turns around to take a look around. Without saying much, she makes her way over to Garma and mutters, "Still think you should find a smaller one to carry, field artillery's overkill"
Zevran makes his way into the marketplace, his gaze drifting across the various stalls he passes as though examining their wares. He doesn't stop to look at anything for more than a couple of seconds, his attention focused more on listening to the various gossip throughout the marketplace.
Travis makes his way into the Marketplace, giving a curious look around. He hmmms softly as he quietly walks over, he has heard that help was needed, so he has come to see if there is anything he may be able to do.
Arimia wanders into the market place with her cloak pulled tight about her. She wanders about the stalls, not looking for anything particular, instead simply listening to the crowd and seeing what she can overhear.
As the group comes in the beings make way for them. "Things are not well in cliffside, some of the council there still thinks our militia is behind it!" says a snow leopard to a rhino. "I can't believe that they would send soul gifted out like that... they should have known violence would happen" says an ignorate cheetah to a fennec, who only nods, smile and nods. "They are disrupting the shipping routes too," stars a very heavy looking bear, "can't get my food supplies shipped in for my restaurant, going to have to raise prices again." He complains.
Garma walks up to a stand selling what he hopes are fine jackets, and begins to look them over, commenting back to Saibh "Are you hearing this? What trashy gossip." he laughs as he inspects Saibh once more and looks at a small article. "Who would believe the militia would push for more war with cliffside, like we aren't tangled up in enough."
Saibh peers out of the corner of her eyes as she picks through things absentmindedly. She nods to Garma, then holds a finger up as she tries to slip into the crowd, obviously tracking after something.
Zevran continues to act as though he is perusing the wares of nearby stalls, but his attention is drawn to a small figure weaving its way around the crowd. He changes his course, moving to put himself directly in the figure's path while still glancing at the stalls. He plans on trying to stop the suspicious figure if he gets a chance.
Travis tilts his head as he looks around, just gazing about some. He starts to walk around, browsing the goods for sale, checking to see how much money he has. His ears flick around as he listens to the idle gossip, and frown forming on his muzzle before disapearing.
Arimia continues to idly make her way through the crowd. She spots a small, suspicious looking mouse and starts moving toward them. When she notices a figure move in their path she gives a small frown, until she recognizes the rhino, which prompts her to move to corral the mouse toward him if need be.
Angus frowns as he enters the marketplace, the idle gossip and the posters a bitter reminded of their failure to find those responsible for the attacks. To him the marketplace seemed over crowded today as he pulled up his hood before he stepped into the crowd, his attention fully on a strange looking Basilisk browsing the wears.
Kilsa looks around as she enters the marketplace, a small tsk comes for her muzzles at she looks over the poorly guarded wares. She could easily rob this place blind before anyone knew what happend, "I wonder how much would they pay if I charged for guarding their wares. Such sad shape, I could make so much here." Kilsa chuckles and clicked her gauntlet together idly as a she wears as she goes from place to place telling crude jokes and looking for discounts on merchandise she could make herself.
The croud continues to murmer and talk among themselves as the mouse tries to dart this way and that. He notices Zevran and tries to evade them entirely, only to find himself slowly being cornered by Arimia and Saibh! He tries to make a dive for it, but is captured by Saibh with Arimia helping. "Help! Let me go, what are you doing!" Thinking quick he tries to make a scene of out what is happening. People turning to see what is going on.
Garma is told to be silent, then a scene starts to break out. He thinks quickly, putting it together, and laughs loudly. "Sir, YOU are OUTRAGEOUS!" he cries, holding up the jacket for all to see. "THIS JACKET HAS A HOLE in it, FOR SUCH A HIGH PRICE?! You punk, who do you think you are charging like THAT! What about that lady who was just here, what did you sell her?" As he talks he elbows the folks next to him and points out the hole for them to see. "Look it that, isn't that a grift?"
Saibh sighs as she's caught, starting to hurry, trying to chase him, then shifting to try and corral him towards the others. With the situation starting to go sideways, she crouches down and says sharp and low, "Knock it off" While hoping that Garma or another can distract the crowd for a moment. If someone's close enough, anyone she recognizes that is, she'll try to tell them as quietly as the crowd permits, "Watch for a gryphon, this one was working with him the last time"
"Thanks for the help." He says to Arimia, his focus on the mouse that he has pinned to the ground. He maintains a strong grip on the shoulder of the captured mouse with one hand, using the other to twist the mouse's arm behind its back into a position that would cause great discomfort to it. With more force he could probably break the arm, but decides against it at this point. "I'd recommend shutting up. Now." He mutters in the mouse's ear, putting more pressure on the arm lock to emphasize his point. He takes a moment to glance around and see if they had drawn the crowd's attention, but doesn't release his hold on the mouse.
Travis blinks a bit, and turns towards the sound of yelling. He looks around curiously, starting to head towards the commotion, wondering what is going on, blinking a bit as he sees the sight of a mouse being pinned down, and he frowns a bit, trying to figure out what is going on.
Arimia yells out loudly, sounding terribly offended, "How DARE you steal from me, you little rat!" She gives the mouse a scowl before turning her gaze up at the basilisk. "Come on honey," she says with a small, quick wink, "Let's take this thief down that alley there an' show him why that was a terrible idea." That said she starts to try and pull the mouse toward a nearby alley, muttering, "Griffon an' hedgehog, accordin' to word on the streets."
